Dream Life

                                                                                   I am slowly learning what it means to be human. I am slowly learning how to forgive the past. How to accept that sometimes beautiful things end, that sometimes the timing isn't right, that sometimes the messiness of life gets in the way, I am slowly learning that endings aren't something to be upset about, but rather, I am slowly learning how to appreciate how damn lucky I was to experience something real and hopeful and light in a world that sometimes fails to be soft. I am slowly learning how to be alone. I am slowly learning how to wake up in the middle of the bed. How to make just one cup of coffee in the mornings. How to hold my own heart, how to take up my own space. I am slowly learning how ...

                                               She screamed silence, Spilled her anger with ink, She was tired , tired enough, To say the words and think. She fails to gasp the words, Drowning in her anxieties, Trying to understand her scrambled thoughts, Battling with her insecurities. She was slowly losing herself, On the way to find her own, Finding no one around her, She was suffocating , being alone. They were too blind to see, What demons she was fighting, She was torn aprt, and trying to be strong, As she was tired of hiding.